Mrs Bieber

{11} The Anger

Word Count; 2152

Isabella's Point of View

On the plane, while Justin was sleeping, I was on twitter and there was a hashtag trending and so many people were tweeting that Justin abuses me. There was pictures from that night I got into a fight with Andrea. I had bruises on my face and arms. They were rumours that Justin was mad at something I done and beat me up at the party, then told me to cover it with his jacket to save his image.

People were saying that he had been doing it for a while because I apparently looked scared of him a lot which I'm not. I feel so bad that people make up all of these stories just to bring people down. I don't know why the fans that were at the airport didn't mention anything to him.

I teared up when I saw all of these fan accounts saying they're leaving the fandom. There were horrible names being said and also beliebers were trying to defend him and say he's not that kind of person.

Justin is having such a good day and I don't have it in me to tell him and bring his happiness down.

I just want him to be happy I don't even realise that I've been staring blankly in front of me for a while until Justin nudges me a few times.

"Hm?" I ask and turn to look at him. He chuckles and points out of the window where our hotel is, "Oh." I mumble quietly and open the door so we can get out. I don't think people know where we are staying yet so there's no one around. We get into the hotel quicker than it normally takes when there is loads of people around.

Justin keeps his hand pressed onto the small of my back as we walk towards the reception as the bodyguards get the suitcases from the car and bring them in.

Once we're booked in and get the room key, we make our way upstairs into the huge presidential suite.

"Do you want to stay here or do you want to come with me to rehearsals?" Justin asks, getting some stuff out of his suitcase.

"I think I'm just going to stay here and sleep." I say, basically already in bed. He nods and walks towards me to kiss me then he jogs out the door.

And I just fall asleep... I wake up again when I hear the door closing and fast footsteps. I've barely even sat up straight when Justin bursts through the door.

"What the fuck, Isabella?" He growls and my eyes widen. Does he know? I open my mouth but I don't know what to say.

"You knew about this whole thing and you didn't tell me?!" He yells at me, making me jump.

Scooter texted me earlier and said I shouldn't tell him because he has a show tonight. So why did he tell Justin?

"I have been going around, thinking everything is perfect. I was in the best mood but now I find out people think I've been hitting you and they're all judging me when I don't even know what I've done."

"Justi-"

"No!" He yells, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was just trying to help-"

"I don't need your fucking help! No one needs your help because you can't help anyone - it's pathetic!" He says loudly and I'm left speechless. He didn't have to yell at me like that and say those mean things.

"I'm going to the show, I'll see you later." He starts for the door.

"Wait, I thought I was coming." I say, standing up and walking towards the door. He stops when he's halfway out the door and turns to look at me just as I'm a few steps away from him.